I didn’t know what to think, so I blurted out and asked: “You’re not a lesbian, are you?”
"I don't like men, let alone women. I just think her appearance is in line with my taste, so I can't help but sigh. Don't get me wrong."
Sofia smiled and shook her head, and asked again: "What do you think about what I said this morning?"
The original plan between the three of us in the car was to agree first, and then Qingqing would find a reason to leave. This would make sense.
But looking at the current situation, I don't know what evil these two families are doing, and I feel quite unsure.
So I wasn’t going to agree to it, and just made it clear: “My girlfriend has to go back to China for something, and she’s gone. It doesn’t matter how I, a grown man, make do with it.
Besides, with your status as a saint, if I really go to your house to stay, and we are alone in the same room, being seen by others will affect your reputation, so there is no need to worry, I will stay in the bar."
Her answer surprised me: "My uncle agreed to invite you to stay at home temporarily. As long as your girlfriend doesn't mind, no one will gossip."
I think it's quite outrageous: "I've been so angry with you this morning, but you're not angry at all? You still invited me to your home, couldn't you have some other intention?"
She didn't explain it and said nonchalantly: "If you think it is, then so be it."
I can't figure out what kind of medicine she sells in her gourd.
But in the current situation, it was hard to say whether we would directly break up with each other in a while, so I didn't take it seriously and just said casually: "I'm hungry and I'll eat first. Let's talk about it after I finish eating."
She did not continue to argue about this matter, and the two of them walked to the table next to the cross and sat down.
There were three women at the table at that time. Qingqing Zhuoyi sat on my left and Sofia sat on my right. As soon as she sat down, I felt that Sergey opposite me was drifting this way intentionally or unintentionally.
Ordinarily, with Zhuo Yi and Qing Qing's appearance, even in this country with so many beauties, they would be classified as supermodels, with celebrity-like looks, but Sergey didn't even look at them, his attention was entirely on Sophia.
Then there is only one possibility, he is interested in Sophia.
But I couldn't guess what Sophia was thinking. She behaved very generously and appropriately. Occasionally she would catch Sergey's gaze and nod and smile at him.
Could it be that these were young lovers? Sergey was interested in her, so he sold Zhuoyi away?
Then Zhuo Yi is too worthless.
Under the arrangement of the priest, dozens of people in the banquet hall also found their seats and soon became quiet.
This is Alexander's home court, so naturally you have to wait for him to lecture you first.
The old pope, who weighed more than 200 pounds, was holding a wine glass, holding on to a chair, and struggled to stand up with the help of two priests. Seeing him like that, my breathing almost stopped.
When everyone's eyes were gathered, Alexander began his long speech with a long voice.
I couldn't understand what this unmasked boar was saying, and I didn't know why he was so good at talking. On the surface, he was watching him and listening attentively, but in fact, he was touching Qingqing's thighs under the table.
But she is wearing jeans now, and she always feels uncomfortable when touching her.
I don’t know what I was thinking. Maybe my brain was deprived of oxygen due to Alexander’s speech. When I smelled the fragrance on the right side, I actually thought the person sitting next to me was Zhuo Yi, so I put my hand on Sophia’s thigh.
It was obvious that she trembled, turned her head, and looked at me with that shocked look.
I was also stunned. I was about to take my hand away, but Qingqing, who felt my movements suddenly stopped, also glanced at me with doubts, and then she was also confused.
I felt a soft little hand slowly climb up to my waist and twist hard on my little fat.
"Fuck...fuck!"
As if he had been hit by the Thousand-Year Killer, his originally pale face instantly turned red. He clenched his fists and tried his best to control his desire to be born with a scream, and stomped his feet in pain.
Qingqing gave me a white look and whispered from between her teeth: "If you don't behave honestly, I'll chop it off for you."
I knew I was in the wrong, so I didn't dare to say anything.
Everything that just happened was seen by Sophia from the corner of her eye. She suppressed a smile and calmly took my hand away from her thigh.
But I took the time to glance at Sergey sitting opposite, and found that he seemed to have seen what just happened, and when he looked at me, his expression was a little unkind.
This speech lasted for twenty minutes. After Alexander finished his Amen, everyone present, including Zhuo Yi who had just converted, stood up and began to pray.
People tend to follow the crowd. Seeing that they all stood up, I instinctively wanted to stand up too, but Sophia pulled me and waved her hand to me and Qingqing, meaning that we didn't need to.
The lengthy prayer ended and the banquet finally began.
I had been hungry for a long time, and something was going on in front of my eyes. I saw someone moving a knife and fork, so I grabbed the plate of barbecue in front of me and had a great meal.
But as I was showing off, I felt that something was not right about the atmosphere.
When I looked up, I saw that no one was moving at this table, and everyone's eyes were on me.
Fortunately for Alexander, the bishop just had a smile on his face. Everyone else looked more or less surprised, except Sergey. He was also smiling, but there was a bit of contempt in that smile.
.
"It's okay Mr. Gu, you can eat first when you are hungry. You may not understand what we are going to talk about next."
Sofia put her portion of foie gras in front of me. As the most senior person present, she raised her glass and stood up, speaking to everyone at the table in Russian.
I really don’t understand, and I’ve already lost it to everyone, so I no longer have the burden in my heart. What’s the point of showing off by guarding one-third of an acre of land?
"Gu Yan, you are so embarrassed. You should pay more attention to your appearance."
When others at the table started to raise their glasses, Qingqing quietly came over and said, "Also, why are you touching this little girl's thigh? You started causing trouble before I left. What will happen to you if I leave?"
"What are you afraid of? I can't get hard anyway."
I didn't dare to say that I had made a fool of Sophie, so I mumbled vaguely: "If I'm really worried about you, don't leave. Even if I don't do anything, I'll feel comfortable sleeping with you in my arms at night. I haven't hugged you enough."
Qingqing thought wrongly: "Ah, you didn't want me to leave, so you deliberately acted for me, right?
There's no need for this, I said I'd be back in a few days, and there will be plenty of opportunities for you to cuddle me after we get married, so don't be too clingy in the next few days, eh?"
She said so, I must borrow the donkey from Poxia: "Okay, then go back quickly and don't make me wait too long."
She was quite happy to see her like that: "Okay, I will do it as soon as possible."
Apart from toasting, Zhuo Yi was left alone at the beginning of the dinner.
This was obviously an attempt to intimidate her, but this trick could not irritate this old Yinbi who had lived for hundreds of years, so she just sat there and took a sip of red wine.
Knowing that Alexander said something, Zhuo Yi turned his attention to him.
Sofia beside her reacted in a low voice: "Uncle is asking, has Mr. Zhuo Yi sincerely converted to our Orthodox Church?"